Poetry A poetry series edited by Tommy Pico

in & out of jean shorts (the reel catches)

I wish for sex out / in the open, to have / some strange body / glide over mine, to collide / as if to butterfly / underwater required not one / but two sets of salty / chests & jutting / calves

Sep 08, 2020
Is This Your Sky or Mine?

The body just births more questions and that’s my future.

Aug 26, 2020
I’m not like you

and don’t you ever forget / it takes practice to access what you demolished / when you see us / you feel something for the first time

Aug 18, 2020
No Beast, Don’t Bend

I am a body surrendered fully to nature, captured in this house, left sitting on haunches in corners under blankets.

Great Canadian Novel

As if a country was not an ever-tightening feeling in my chest. As if poetry was not an ever-tightening.

On the occasion that i die before i’m thirty,

there must be no mention of my migration or bravery; / if anyone reads poetry, let it only be an ode to green-tea donuts

Jul 07, 2020
and though the odds say improbable

they ain’t superhuman. ain’t always able / to save the children the men the country or even your silk presses / but whatever they touch. somebody’s good god blesses.

Jul 01, 2020
Mickey

I don’t think you thought you’d appear / in my poem but here you are

Jun 22, 2020
For My Friends, in Reply to a Question

I don’t know if I’ll ever go home again. I don’t know who I’ve seen for the last time.

Jun 22, 2020
Poetry and a Truth

Everybody read. I felt it. Poetry and honesty. Poetry and a clarity of feeling. I needed something so badly to be true.

Jun 22, 2020